About ten years ago I bought my first house. I sold it three years later. One night as I sat on the couch, a raccoon was humping (while staring at me) my back railing; skunks had moved in under my front porch and a family of possums were happily settled on the roof of my garage. I called my dad and said ‘I’m trapped by animals in this house. I’m out.’
Well two other places later and I’m back in a house. I have turf instead of grass, no garage and you can’t get in under my front or back porch. PERFECT. And it was until this weekend….(cue the Law and Order…dunh dunh).
My friends were staying over and Saturday am, Simon went to the car and said, ‘umm Lanthier, what’s with all the crap in your backyard.’ I didn’t know what he was talking about so I went outside and saw this…
I KNOW!!!!!!!!! Disgusting. I was laughing/yelling/gagging about what the hell was going on in my backyard. There was nothing there the afternoon before.
So I snapped these shots and then hopped in the car to Barrie. I realized when I got there that my phone was in that freaking red wagon. I called my friend, he went and got in …. called me and said ‘what is up with all the s*&t in the yard.’ ARGH BACK AGAIN!
Yesterday – those jackass raccoons (or mystery crappers) were back again. That was it. We pulled out the big guns or rather, we sprinkled vinegar all over the back lawn. So far so good – we are crap free as of this morning. Who knows what little gems await me when we get home from floor hockey tonight.
Do you think I’m right on the ‘coons? I jokingly said it was a bobcat, and now Will is saying ‘our whole yard has bobcat poop. right mom?’. Oh man.